There are three generations of cops in my family. Both my mom and dad worked for police departments. My kid brother is an FBI agent. Both my sisters or lawyers. One of them a big time prosecutor. I work in a bakery.
I did not finish my second year of college. They think – my family- that I am rebellious and that I have issues that keep me hating what they do and acting like I don’t want to be in law enforcement and embrace their stellar examples.
I have a secret. It’s why I stopped college. It’s why I only go after jobs where I don’t think they’ll care too much to look too deep into my past. It’s killing me. I feel like such a looser. I’d love to be a cop – an investigator with a specialized law degree. I can’t. And I can’t talk about it. Maybe not ever